Nothing seems to make me happy anymore
this colorful world turned into a colorless bore
the things I loved , a fools devotion
so I sit stagnant with no motion
since the world fucked with my head
the only thing left is to ask when I'm dead
but a thrill sparks my interest inside
a glint, the thought of suicide
the biggest thrill in my whole life
to see how far I could dive the knife
without striking my bitter soul
letting life bleed out the new hole
my heart races

a rush of speed
to see how long id let it bleed
would this be it my last high?
but im not sure I wanted to die



::sigh, memories of the bad times::